It was with the High Calling Blogs network that this blog first gained a tiny audience, and it was L.L. Barkat who became my first regular commenter. I owe a lot to both of them. And now that L.L. has asked me to provide a twice-monthly parenting column to the HCB website, I owe her even more.
So to L.L. and the rest of the good folks at High Calling, I offer a humble nod of thanks…
The thing about having two young children is that they cannot understand the importance of a baseball game, especially one being played in September. The playoffs are in sight, the tension is high, and the fans are whipped into a frenzy. All plusses, I might add.
And I will also add that those plusses are totally lost on my children, who still see baseball as a funny game played by men wearing funny pants. This is, as far as I can tell, the only gulf between us.
All of which necessitates certain rules my children must abide by when I am watching a game, namely to leave me alone. Harsh, I know. Also true.
That said:
Last night. Middle of the seventh inning, score tied, runners in scoring position. A crucial point in the game.
“Daddy,†asks my daughter, “can we play Simon Says?â€.
“Okay,†I mumble, carefully maneuvering her away from between me and the television.
“You go first!†she shrieks.
“Simon says sit here beside me and watch the ballgame…â€
To read the rest of this story, please follow this link to the column on High Calling Blogs. And yes, Simon says.
